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"You should see my daughter play," he went on, scarcely heeding Mrs.
King's tactless remark that she affected the game because she had a
horror of getting fat. "Corking, she is, and as quick as a cat. Got a
medal at Lakewood last spring. I'll fix up a match soon, Mrs. King,
between you and Maud. Ought to be worth going miles to see, eh,
King?"
"Oh, I am afraid, Mr. Blithers, that I am not in your daughter's
class," said Loraine King, much too innocently.
"We've got a pretty fair tennis court up at Blitherwood," said Mr.
Blithers calmly. "I have a professional instructor up every week to
play with Maud. She can trim most of the amateurs so--"
"May I offer you a drink of some kind, Mr. Blithers?" asked King,
recovering his poise to some extent. "We are having lemonades, but
perhaps you'd prefer something--"
"Lemonade will do for me, thanks," said the visitor affably. "We
ought to run in on each other a little more often than--thanks! By
jove, it looks refreshing. Your health, Mrs. King. Too bad to drink a
lady's health in lemonade but--the sentiment's the same.


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